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WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING

This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, 
bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material 
             DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!
    
This story and its material are based on the Wonder Woman TV 
series that aired in the '80s. It is simply one of my fantasy 
episodes. Again, this story contains material of a dark nature. 
If you are offended, do not flame me, just simply ignore 
this posting. The first two parts start off rather slowly so please
bare with the story.


The Domination of Wonder Woman - Part 1.

    Diana had just finished another exhausting day at the 
defense department and plopped herself down on the brown 
rattan sofa that dominated the living room of her downtown 
apartment. Colonel Trever, Steve to her and to all his 
closest friends, had put poor Ms. Prince through several 
weeks of extensive paperwork. Field duty was one thing but 
three weeks of filing, filling out reports and cataloging 
old cases totally devastated the voluptuous amazon as she 
lay on the couch, half asleep, starring up at the white 
stucco ceiling.
    "Only men could invent such a hideous torture." thought 
Diana as her head slowly pounded from the hours of typing 
and reading. "All the Nazis have to do is come up with 
something that will destroy carbon-paper and the free world 
will crumble.", she mused.
    Suddenly she heard a dull thud from the bedroom as what 
seemed like something heavy hit the plush carpet. Slowly she 
got up. "I wonder if who ever that is heard me come in...", 
she thought to herself as she stealthily moved down the 
hallway of her apartment toward the bedroom.
    At the end of the hall she could see the door to her 
bedroom half open, The light of the afternoon sun lit up the 
room making the hallway much darker than the rest of the 
apartment. She dared not turn on the hallway light, fearing 
this would give her away.
    "THUD-THUD". This time she was sure she was not alone 
and she quickly retreated back down the hallway, through the 
living room and into the kitchen. Being careful to close the 
door behind her, Diana quickly removed her glasses and 
placed them on the kitchen table and, in the same fluid 
motion, she began to spin in a graceful, ballerina style 
twirl. 
    At that moment, a blinding white ball of light engulfed 
her and in a flash, Diana Prince, defense department liaison 
and secretary, changed into the insatiable Wonder Woman. "I 
think things will be on a little more even level now." Diana 
softly exclaimed as she steadied herself. 
    Reaching up she checked her head for the feminim 
barrette that she always wore, making sure it had 
materialized. At the same time she checked her magical belt 
to make sure it was on and secure. Her transformation 
process was directly proportional to her concentration level 
and she had to make sure everything appeared. 
    Most of the time she changed and had no problems with 
the magical process but a few times, under one or two 
distracting circumstances, she had changed, not pulling some 
of her costume or accessories from the mystical plane that 
stored them. One time, on a crowded street, during an 
intense fire fight, she changed and forgot to summon her 
feminim bracelets, leaving herself in a very distressing 
position.
    The most important accessory, the one she could not do 
without however, was her magical belt. This mystical item 
was the embodiment of her psychic spirit and, while away 
from paradise island, was the only way she could draw 
psychic strength from the elements, giving her the 
incredible strength, skill and stamina of Wonder Woman.
    Now ready to meet her new 'guest', Diana slowly, but 
confidently, moved through her apartment and toward her 
bedroom. Reaching the door to the room she shifted to one 
side to see through the open crack but all she could see was 
the summer breeze blowing the curtains in waves across the 
window.
    Suddenly, a hand slipped around her waist and firmly 
grabbed her solar plexus, pulling her backward. At the same 
time another hand reached around her head and clamped itself 
down over her mouth, taking her by surprise.
    Confidently thinking her assailant was just a burglar, 
Wonder Woman held back using her full strength and tried to 
throw her much weaker attacker against the wall with just 
enough controlled force to stun them. To her surprise 
however, she was held fast by her assailant. In fact, her 
attacker seemed almost as strong as she was.
    Diana stepped up her struggling, twisting and pushing 
while trying to pull the attacker's hand from her mouth. 
Instantly she noticed her attacker was not a man but a 
woman, a very strong woman.
    The two danced about in the darkened hallway as each 
one attempted to gain control of the other, pulling and 
pushing each other into the walls, trying to throw the other 
off balance. The assailant's grip, however, began to weaken. 
Sensing her opponent faltering, Diana grabbed the arm from 
around her waste and in a massive, adrenaline induced 
effort, spun the attacker around and flipped her head first 
into the sun lit bedroom.
    The attacker hit the floor of the bedroom with an incredibly 
loud ka-thump which could only have been made by Diana 
throwing a body, with her full strength, to the floor. She 
immediately panicked as the thought of this poor sole 
having every bone in their body smashed to bits rushed into 
her mind.
    Her fears were instantly quelled however as a childish, 
school girl giggle rang out from the bedroom. Walking into 
the room, Diana took one look at her determined attacker and 
a grin of relief and surprise came across her face. There, 
sprawled on the floor and sitting on her rear like a big 
raggedy Ann doll was her little sister Drucella.
    "Dru! What are you doing here?", exclaimed the 
pleasantly surprised heroine. "Oh Diana, I was just in the 
neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by." replied Drucella as 
she sat rubbing her rather sore rear end.
    "Oh come now little sister. Do you honestly expect me 
to believe that?" Diana asked folding her arms across her 
chest and cocking her hips to one side.
    "Well, actually, mother sent me to remind you about the 
Paradise Island flower festival coming up next month. The 
royal princess must attend to receive her yearly honoring of 
flowers from our people" said Drucella.
    "But mother didn't need to send you here. She could have 
just sent me a telepathic message. You didn't pester her to 
come did you?" asked Diana suspiciously. 
    "Oh... well... just a little pestering..."
    Diana shot Drucella a guilty stare.
    "Oh but Diana, I did so much want to come. The outside world 
is so fabulous, so mysterious."                
    "And also dangerous!" sternly replied Diana. "You remember 
what happened to you the last time you were here don't you?" 
"Well, yeah but... nothing really bad happened and besides... it
was kind of exciting getting kidnapped by those Nitzies." jokingly 
replied Drucella.
    "That's Nazis and they're nothing to laugh at. They are 
extremely dangerous people and they're the reason I'm here 
doing what I'm doing." Diana walked up and embraced 
Drucella, holding Dru's head to her chest. 
    "I don't think I could bear it if anything bad happened 
to you. I know you can take care of yourself but, these men 
are not honorable. They don't play fair."
    "I know Diana but mother did say it would be good for 
my education. Besides I'll be extra EXTRA careful this time, 
honest." pleaded Drucella in her best puppy dog whimper. She 
was always able to get what she wanted from Diana or mother 
this way. The way her big brown eyes lit up with the 
slightest hint of tears melted almost any one's heart.
    "Well... OK. But be CAREFUL. Mother would kill me if 
something happened to you." Diana said strictly.
    "Oh thank you Diana! Thank you! Now can we go and get 
a, what do they call it, an ice cream sundae?" Drucella 
replied, hopping up and down like an excited school girl.
    "Oh Dru! You're so incorrigible. OK, if it will keep 
you out of my hair." said Diana in a tired, half hearted 
voice. "I can't go with you now, however, I'm waiting for a 
call from Pamela Sanders, one of the women I work with at 
the war department. She said she's tracking down a lead on 
an old case and will let me know what she finds."
    "Oh, what ever." said the young, half interested amazon 
as she looked about Diana's bedroom at the various 
decorations and items Diana had collected during her stay in 
the outside world.
    "Here, take this. A couple of dollars should do it." 
said Diana as she handed Drucella the money she kept in a 
drawer in the night stand next to the bed. "Just enough to 
keep you in ice cream sundaes all day." 
    "Oh yeah, that's right. They use money. Gosh Diana, 
I'll never get used to that." Drucella hastily grabbed the 
bills and headed for the door in a rather childlike skipping 
motion.
    "Ehem... Dru..." Diana said in a remindful tone as she 
stood leaning against the door frame of the bedroom staring 
at Drucella in the hall. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
    Drucella stared back at Diana curiously as Diana held 
up her hand and twirled her finger about in a circular 
motion. 
    "Oh! Silly me." and with that the young heroine began 
spinning in place. After the white flash died down, Drucella 
stood wear a Sunday dress, bobby socks, sneakers and her 
hair in ribbons, her costume stored in the mystical plane 
until needed again.
    "Now I might be out when you get back. There's a key under 
the mat out back. Just let yourself in." Diana informed her. 
    "Wonder Woman work?" eagerly asked Drucella? 
    "Maybe. But nothing I want you involved in. Now SCOOT!" and 
with that, Diana patted Drucella on her rear and escorted her 
out the front door.
    Pamela Sanders was one of the only female field agents 
the defense department used. Sometimes it was easier for a 
woman to do undercover work than a man since less suspicion 
fell on women. The US. government didn't normally use women 
so the enemy usually expected men as agents and this was a 
plus for Pam. 
    She had been working with Diana Prince for the last 3 weeks 
reviewing files and they had found something that might be a lead. 
Diana had pieced together several bits of information from several 
files and through a certain degree of logic, she had deduced 
that there might be a Nazi spy headquarters located in the 
private beach communities north of town.  
    Several people had reported unusual activity and what 
they called "strange lights and sounds" emanating from some 
of the cliff side beaches along the ocean. Since most of 
these communities weren't being used during the war because 
of constantly annoying blackouts and noisy ocean bombardment 
drills by naval vessels on old tankers, it seemed strange 
any activity at all would be there. Also, most of the 
beaches that were reported to have the strange activities 
were inaccessible to most people due to high cliffs and 
rough water conditions.
    Pamela was heading north along the coast highway in a 
small desoto. After about two hours of driving she pulled 
off down a small road that lead steeply toward a bluff that 
overlooked the thin strip of beach below.
    It was about six o'clock as Pamela brought the car to a 
stop at the edge of the bluff and got out. The mid summer 
sun was still high in the sky but the steep cliffs behind 
her hid its decent, causing a dark, cool shadow to cast over 
the bluff, cooling off the blazing heat of the day.
    Looking about at the steep trail that wound its way 
down to the distant beach below, Pamela sighed heavily, 
knowing she had a major trek on her hands. "These high heels 
and skirt aren't going to hack it." she mumbled to herself 
as she pulled a small bag from the passenger side seat.
    Unzipping the bag she removed a small pair of black, 
cotton shorts, a khaki, light blue shirt and a pair of 
sneakers and proceeded to remove the heavy gray skirt and 
cotton shirt. The highway was nearly invisible from the 
bluff and she figured if she can't see the road, nobody on 
the road could see her. With her bra falling into the 
passenger seat, she now stood completely naked on the bluff 
except for the thin pair of underpants she had been wearing 
under her skirt.
    Pamela was a very fit, fairly attractive woman in her 
late twenties with a very short, curly head of blondish, 
white hair which was always permed and sat high 
on her head. She was rather tall, but not as tall as Diana, 
who stood a towing 6'4"  in heels. Even though it was not 
vogue for women to be overly muscular or fit, Pamela worked 
out on a regular basis in order to compete as best as she 
could with the male operatives she worked with. 
    Her muscularity didn't show however, being covered by a 
nice soft layer of body fat. It was hard to maintain this 
balance of fitness and softness, however. It wouldn't do to 
have an agent play the role of a wife or mistress with hard, 
bulging muscles. This alone would be a dead give away as to 
her identity.
    She had long firm legs which ran up to a nice, round 
set of full hips. Her waist was rather tiny and ran up 
toward a rather wide set of shoulders and an impressive pair 
of firm but soft breasts. She was large breasted as women go 
but she always felt that Diana was much larger. She managed 
to confirm her suspicions one time though it was extremely 
difficult since that mouse of a woman never wore anything 
revealing. There were times, however, when she could catch a 
glimpse here or a stare there as Diana would bend over to 
pick up a file folder or stretch back to yawn.
    One time, she even invited Diana to a steam sauna, 
hoping to catch her naked in the shower or get a peek under 
her towel. "I'm from a very religious family," Diana would 
say. "Its wrong for us to disrobe in front of anybody, 
including other women." 
    "Totally absurd," Pamela thought at the time. "That 
woman is going to be a spinster, poor thing. She can't even 
take off those ridiculous glasses in the steam room. How can 
anyone claim to need a pair of fogged up glasses to see 
with?" 
    Pamela had grown up in a family of cops. Her father was 
a police captain and her three brothers were all police officers. 
Boys were everywhere in her life and she had little exposure 
to women when she was younger. Her mother had died of polio 
when she was young and she had become the woman of the house 
until she was old enough to set out on her own.
    When she was about 14, she had an experience where she 
was tied up by the neighborhood boys while playing cops and 
robbers. They left her bound and gagged in a tool shed while 
they played like they were rescuing her from one side or 
another. 
    While she lay helpless, one of the neighborhood girls 
snuck in and started to tickle her with a feather. At first it was very 
uncomfortable since the girl was tickling her feet but it 
started to feel real good as the feather moved up along the 
inside of her bare thigh. The other girl was fascinated by 
Pamela's reaction and began tickling her breasts in 
experimentation. This was the first time Pamela had ever 
climaxed and she always remembered it being extremely 
intense.
    She figured this was why she had such a strong 
fascination with bondage and having sex with other women. 
She had outward relationships with men, which usually 
amounted to nothing at all, but, behind closed doors, she 
and her female friends played out the fantasies that really 
made her excited. 
    This was also partially why she worked so hard to join 
the defense department. The thrill of being caught, the 
excitement of the danger was a narcotic she could not 
resist.
    Diana was a fascination to her. She knew there was a 
great body under that drab uniform, dull hairdo and dumpy 
glasses. "I just know she's a wildcat waiting to burst," 
Pamela would say to herself. "She's like a powder keg ready 
to blow, I just know it. But how do I set off the fuse?" 
Pamela remembered one time. however, when she got very close 
to doing just that.
    One evening, after working her undercover assignment as 
a barmaid to break a spy ring, Pamela had returned to the 
office only to find Diana working another one of her 
dedicated overtime nights doing some ridiculous research 
assignment for that dullard Steve Trevor. 
    After talking with each other for a bit, Diana sat back 
in her chair with her head leaning over the head rest, and 
shut her eyes to get a moments rest. Pamela could see her 
well pronounced profile and became instantly aroused by the 
situation.
    Slowly she sauntered over to the relaxing brunette 
sitting so serenely in her chair. Putting her hands on 
Diana's shoulders, she began to slowly massage her back. 
Pamela was sure Diana would jump 10 feet in the air, get all 
flustered and tell her something like "Where she comes from 
people just don't do that kind of thing".
    For several moments, however, Diana said and did 
nothing. After a long period of silence, Diana's shoulders 
relaxed and she let out a low, soft moan. It was like an ice 
cube melting and shifting its weight in a glass of warm, 
intoxicating bourbon. The large woman below her slowly 
relaxed and sank deeper into the chair. Her neck began to 
slowly rotate rhythmically as Pamela's hands worked their 
way around Diana's shoulders.
    Then Diana let out another sigh which surprised Pamela 
and almost made her stop her massage. The first one was 
expectantly low with the sound of relief attached to it but 
this second one was different. It was higher in pitch and 
very heavy as though the mysterious woman was thinking 
something deep, almost dark in nature. It said to Pamela one 
thing, the thing she wanted to hear, the thing that made her 
tingle with excitement and anticipation; welcome.
    This was too good to be true. All her fantasies were 
becoming reality as this shy, beautiful girl below her 
slowly weakened and submitted. With her left hand massaging 
Diana's left shoulder, Pamela slowly slid her right hand 
across Diana's right shoulder and down her right arm, 
stopping at her upper arm. She grasped it firmly but gently 
and paused for a few moments holding Diana's upper arm in 
such a way as to say "Hello, may I come in?"
    Diana responded with another soft moan and at the same 
time she relaxed her mouth and let her jaw drop causing her 
full, red lips to part. Her facial muscles totally relaxed 
along with the muscles around her eyes giving her a kind of 
dreamy, entranced look.
    At this point Pamela proceeded to move her hand along 
Diana's long arm down to her right hand. Placing her hand 
over the back of Diana's, Pamela slowly caressed it. This 
drew a heavy breathe from the large brunette. 
    At the same time Pamela leaned into Diana, placing her 
mouth close to Diana's right ear and she began to slowly but 
lightly rub Diana's earlobe with her soft, dry lips. Diana 
was breathing heavily now through her mouth and moaned again 
in another low, dull moan of enjoyment.
    To Pamela it was like trying to sneak up on a 
frightened deer. Slowly she had to earn Diana's trust before 
she could move closer. Too much boldness would scare her 
off. Too little would make the actions predictable and boring. 
Either way she could loose the spell she had over this incredible 
woman if she wasn't careful. 
    Watching Diana at work, Pamela sensed that maybe this 
woman was like her. Maybe she too enjoyed pleasures only 
women of her day could experience behind closed doors. 
The way this woman moved, the way she reacted to touch all 
said the same thing to Pamela, a message she enjoyed seeing 
in another woman.
    Risking it all Pamela decided to send a message to this 
hypnotized girl sitting in front of her, a message that 
said: "I'm like you. Don't be afraid." Slowly wrapping her 
fingers around Diana's right wrist, Pamela gently slid 
Diana's right arm back behind the chair. As she did so, she 
placed her thumb in the palm of the other woman's hand and 
gently squeezed it.
    Diana's breathe quickened as she let out a short sigh. 
Her legs squeezed together ever so slightly as her hips 
rocked. This cuased her legs to slowly slide back and forth. 
Her lower legs curled lazily to one side of the chair as her 
thighs gently rubbed together. Her right hand curled closed, 
wrapping her fingers around Pamela's thumb squeezing it 
gently. 
    Pamela let go of Diana's left shoulder and slide her 
other hand down Diana's left arm, gently grasping her other 
wrist. She pulled the other arm back behind the chair, 
careful not to scare this incredibly shy woman.
    Diana responded by shifting slightly, rolling her wide 
shoulders back over the back rest of the wooden chair. 
Pamela crossed the woman's hands and held them in place with 
the thumb and fore finger of her right hand, clamping 
Diana's wrists gently together. 
    Diana's hands curled slightly shut as Pamela reached up 
and pulled her scarf from around her own neck. Using the 
scarf she slowly wrapped it around Diana's wrists; twice 
across the outside and twice between the arms in a vertical 
direction, making the scarf cross her wrists in both 
directions. Then, releasing Diana's wrists with the other 
hand, Pamela tied both ends of the scarf together with a 
single, symbolic knot, securing the brunette's hands.
    Diana still lay motionless in the chair. Pamela was 
utterly shocked this had gone on this long. "Doesn't this 
girl ever get any?" she thought, "Poor thing. I'll just have 
to fix that." Returning her lips to Diana's right ear, she 
again began to gently nibble the woman's earlobe. 
    Diana responded by breathing heavier. She slowly slid 
her head back and forth, complimenting and enhancing 
Pamela's movements around her ear. Her head then turned to 
the right, rolling farther back and Pamela found her lips 
lightly touching Diana's soft, warm cheek. Her mouth was so 
close, so tempting. Those full red lips, moist and shiny, 
sat helplessly entranced and at Pamela's mercy.
    A wet kiss at this point would certainly break the 
spell and fearing the loss, Pamela refused to risk it. 
Instead, she moved her mouth across Diana's cheek, lightly 
caressing it with her lips. As she did this, she reached 
around to Diana's front and slowly unbuttoned her blazer, 
being careful not to tug or pull the material, so as not to 
give away her actions.
    The blazer fell open and slid to either side of the 
woman's chest. Looking down, Pamela was amazed at the 
spectacle before her. This girl was huge. Not distastefully 
large like some women she new but very pleasantly ample. In 
fact the size of her breasts coupled with the angle of her 
back, forced the sides of her blazer to fall completely away 
to either side.
    Looking down the girl's shirt, Pamela could see an 
amazing canyon of cleavage. The tan gap of skin ran outward 
and curved downward as the two spherical glands came 
together in an impressive union of smooth, plump flesh. Even 
with her breasts pushed together by her bra, they still were 
large enough to extend past the sides of her rib cage.
    Pamela's hand found itself moving slowly up Diana's 
chest, lightly gliding the fingernail of her middle finger 
over the fabric of the shirt. Upon reaching Diana's right 
breast she stopped for a moment, then, ever so lightly, she 
ran her finger along the bottom curvature of the breast, 
stimulating it with a slight touch. 
    Diana surged at this point, rolling her chest and 
pushing her right breast toward the stimuli. She let out a deep, 
heavy moan as she began to slowly roll and arch her back. 
As she pushed her right breast forward, her nipple grew hard 
and protruded through the bra and shirt causing a noticeable rise to 
appear, forcing her shirt to stretch tighter around her 
plump breast.
    Pamela slide her nail over the erect nipple and, in a 
circular pattern, began teasing it with a slight tickling 
motion. Diana began to sigh and moan rhythmically as Pamela 
quickened the pace, tickling the helpless nipple faster and 
faster. 
    The woman's breathing grew lighter and quicker as her 
back arched higher and higher. Pamela was amazed at the 
sensuality of this meek girl and was enjoyably astonished as 
this sheep of a woman began to moan loudly and erotically.
    Suddenly, without warning, a loud CA-THUNG rang out 
from under the chair and both girls fell backward as the 
spring under the chair broke sending Diana piling on top of 
Pamela. Almost as quickly as she landed on top of Pam, Diana 
sprang to her feet, twisting and wiggling her shoulders as 
she untied herself.
    "Um... uh... I have to go... Its late..." nervously 
stuttered Diana as she snatched up her glasses and quickly 
shoved them back on her blushing red face. In a panic she 
looked about the room and grabbed a handful of files from 
the desk, and used them to cover her chest. 
    "I... uh ... I have to go over these files by 
morning... I'm sorry I can't stay.... Could you lock up... 
thanks?" and with that, the stuttering, nervous brunette 
grabbed her purse and the wrong coat from the coat rack and 
head quickly out the door. 
    Pamela stood up slowly and walked over to the half 
open door and watched as Diana strutted down the hall like a 
skittish chicken, trying to balance forty file folders in 
one arm and putting on a navy overcoat that was 2 sizes too 
big with the other. Her hair hung in disarray from the bun 
tied in the back of her head and her right wrist still had 
Pamela's scarf tied to it.
    This was the closest Pamela ever got to Diana. The 
weeks afterward were filled with dull, uneventful 
conversations and quick hellos and good-byes. It was as 
though something enormous was dominating this woman and she 
could not let herself go.
    One time, as a joke, Pamela asked Diana bluntly if she 
could have her scarf back. The big brunette blushed at the 
request and quickly pulled the scarf from her desk drawer, 
plopping it on the desk in front of her never making eye 
contact with the amused agent.
    Pamela changed into the black shorts, tennis shoes and 
shirt. The shorts were basically men's cotton pants cut off 
just where the legs met the waste. They were rather snug but 
comfortable and showed off all of her long white legs. 
    She put on the shirt and tightly tied the bottom halves 
together in a knot around her lower chest to support her 
breasts. This left her stomach exposed along with a good 
deal of cleavage. It was hot and she felt the more 
ventilation the better. Besides, getting sand out of a bra 
was a pain and she always hated that feeling. Anyway who was 
going to see her. This was probably a wild goose chase 
anyway.